"Grayson," I say as I shake his shoulders. He groans in his sleep before letting out another snore. "Grayson wake up. I made food." That didn't wake him up either so I went to the kitchen and grabbed a pot and a wooden spoon. I went right next to the couch and banged them together. He jumped up, his eyes wide and alert, while his hand went to his head.   "I'm hammered," he mutters as he sits back down.   "I'm hungover too, but I'm still going on with my day," I tell him, "I made breakfast. Eggs, bacon, and hash browns." Grayson smiles and heads right to the dining room.   I roll my eyes before I head to the kitchen to put the pot and spoon away. I go to the dining room to see Grayson already devouring the food. My foot taps as I raise an eyebrow at him, he just offers me a sheepish grin. "It's really good."   "I like to cook," I smile as I sit across from him, "see you didn't notice the Advil I left out for you."   "Oh

Tessa and Kay stayed at my house once my mom and Mrs. Bailey dropped us off. Mrs. Bailey wanted to say hi to her son but guess who wasn't home. I'm so shocked. Grayson is coming over, said Leon is actually at his office this time, he was with Leon when they went. Tessa was all for it that he was coming over. They've known each other longer than any of us because of Leon. Personally, by the way Tessa acts, I think she likes Grayson. They would be the cutest couple ever. Plus they'd make some cute looking babies.  "Can we make a pizza or something?" Kay complains as the lays upside down on the couch.  "Grayson is bringing us pizza," I roll my eyes at my impatient friend, "he should be here in like five minutes."  "That's too long," Kay groans and throws the couch pillow at me, "I can eat a whole pizza in five minutes!"  "Then you puke," I tell her, "I'm not dealing with that again."  "She ate a whole pizza in five minute

It has been a week since I chose my dress for the wedding. Today we are all at my house, meaning Leon, my parents, his parents, all the bridesmaids, all the groomsmen, and my grandparents, deciding all the final decision for the wedding. My grandparents, really my grandma, insisted that they come over to make everyone snacks. My grandma just dragged grandpa along without giving him a choice. I'm glad they are here, grandpa isn't afraid to speak up if he knows I don't like something, I don't like speaking up against people often.   "Cake is-" mom starts but I cut her off.   "It is a four layered cake, squares," I tell her, "each layer is different. Chocolate, vanilla, strawberry, and marble."   "Buttercream frosting," Leon says as my mom is writing everything down. I look up at Leon with a confused look. He told me I could decide everything, I wasn't wanting buttercream, I wanted whipped frosting.   "Red wine for the wedding party t

January 30 is an important day. If I forget it my best friend will probably kill me. It's Kay's birthday today and I'm so excited! This year we aren't going out all day which makes me super happy because that's all we've ever done. Today we are going to have breakfast at my house, watch a movie of her choice, then we'll cook lunch, after lunch we are going to do nails and hair, then we are going to Kay's place for clothes, then we are going out. She planned this all herself and she wanted to do my hair and nails after I told her no. Yet you can't really tell Kay no and get her to actually listen.   "What are you doing?" Leon asks scratching the back of his head as he enters the kitchen. I turn towards him but I keep the plate in my hand. He leans against the door frame, moving his arms to cross across his chest. He's wearing a pair of black joggers that are handing low on his waist, showing the waistband of his boxers.   "I'm getting everything ready for Ka

"O-Oliver?" I stutter once I find my voice. His black hair is tussled and his hands are shoved in the pockets of his black jeans. He takes a deep breath after I say his name before he starts to talk, "I'm so sorry Bianca." I look at him with my eyes going wide. "For what? Breaking my heart?" I choke out and feel my eyes start to sting. "Is it because of what happened in August?" My voice breaks at the end and a single tear rushed down my cheek. "No!" Oliver exclaims with a hurt look in his eyes.  "I would never do that! I was going to stay by your side no matter what!" "Then why'd you leave?" I ask quietly. He comes closer to me and wraps his arms around me tightly. I don't try to get out of his arms I just stay put. "I'm not supposed to say," he whispers in my ear as he runs his hand through me hair, knowing it calms me down. I look up at him with pleading eyes and he lets out a defeated sigh. "You're dad came up to me that morning, like